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      ------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.

      ----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.

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          • July 7, 2011 5:08 pm
            r03: Women can do things men cannot… Indeed small child. Speaking of mustaches, I’m at the airport and there is a boyscout troupe in front of me. The “scout masters” IE. the middle aged dudes who are in charge of all these 10-12 year old boys… have mustaches and they wear little boyscout outfits too. The little shorts are obscene. When the belts and shoes came off to go through security… well lets just say it got pretty hairy. If I ever have a child they aint joining the boyscouts.

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            Women can do things men cannot…

            Indeed small child.

            Speaking of mustaches, I’m at the airport and there is a boyscout troupe in front of me. The “scout masters” IE. the middle aged dudes who are in charge of all these 10-12 year old boys… have mustaches and they wear little boyscout outfits too. The little shorts are obscene. When the belts and shoes came off to go through security… well lets just say it got pretty hairy.

            If I ever have a child they aint joining the boyscouts.

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